How to fight the system

Chapter 7

I watched as Miss. Patty taught her freshman class. They are so immature. Miss. Patty told them to be quiet while she talked but that didn't work. There was this one girl Lacy who was a total drama queen. Nothing could be better then hers, and she spread drama around. I helped a few kids with stupid questions and pretty soon the bell rang. I walked out and got a drink."Hey" I jumped back spilling water all over me. I turned to see the boy that ran into me earlier. Man what was his name. Luke. "Hey"I said as i remembered him. "So are you new here, I can show you around if you want."I told him during his study hall I can. We switched numbers and the bell rang. I ran back to the art room as the next period begun. I sat down and took out my phone to see a new text.

Hey its Luke

Hey

So how are you liking school here and do you go to school here or is Miss. Patty your mom? 

No i dont go here but I will be soon and she is my foster mom

Then he never replied. I waited about 10 minutes then I put my phone in my bag. I really need to go back to school shopping. I also need to get a job. I grabbed some paper and wrote my self a to do list. 

1. Make friends

2. Get school stuff

3. Get a job

Well that is a short list. I look over to see the sketch book sitting there forgotten. I pick it up and started sketching again. I sketched my parents on one side of the heart. One the other side I drew my brothers. I cried and it smeared my drawing. I asked Miss. Patty if I could use the bathroom and walked out the doors.  I make it into the bathroom to bump into a girl. "Excuse me you need to watch where you are going, you made me mess up my eye liner!"I said sorry and tried to walk past her. She saw that I was crying and asked if I was okay. "I did not mean to make you cry"She said. I told her I was not crying about that. She was about 5'4, Albino, wore the dark red lipstick, A purplish shadow, eyeliner. She had black long hair down to her waist. "I'm Jane.""Abby" The next 45 minutes we sat in the bathroom talking. I got her number and we might hang out after school. I found out her dad left her when she was 7 and her mom works at a diner. I told her my story and all that. She told me if I ever needed anything tell her. Then the bell rang. She got up, grabbed her bag and told me she would see me later.